David awoke quickly, eyes wide and sweat dripping from his forehead. He sighed in relief as he lay back down, staring at his blank ceiling. He felt relieved that it was just a dream, clearly his brother had never actually gotten into his computer, he was safe. That thought diminished slightly when he looked towards his doorway. His brother stood there a slightly angered look on his face.
"You shouldn't look so relieved" Gavin spoke with the voice of a man who had lost all trust in people, and he essentially had.
David swallowed as he quietly uttered the words. "You know?"
"I'm a computer programmer, of course you couldn't hide anything from me. But I must ask one question...why?" He quietly stepped into the room, his gaze fixed on David
"I was angry...with my self, the world, the state of our country...I was tired of everything, I wanted revenge. But I can never have what I want, can I? Isn't that my life story...never getting what I want...I thought for once I could have what I wanted...and you took that away from me!" David began to raise his voice, standing up and walking towards Gavin. "You're like the rest of them! Just like them! Can't let me be happy for once in my fucking life! 'Oh look, David's trying to be happy, we can't allow that' I'm fucking tired of it"
"That doesn't mean you can plan to kill us all!" Gavin raised a phone to David's face. "Read those fucking numbers, you bastard, because they'll tell you all you need to know!"
"Calling the police on your own brother? Now, to me that seems to be a sign of rebellion against my plans...and I can advise you not to do such a thing. However, if you do I will not do a single thing to you." Gavin looked at him suspiciously, but rang the number regardless. He say anything other than, "Get the police here now...there's something they should see"
Gavin sat by the front door, waiting. He trusted David, he'd trusted him for this long, so why stop now? After a few minutes of waiting, the police arrived and Gavin led them upstairs. Gavin stretched out his arm, reaching for the doorknob, when suddenly there was a gunshot. Instinctively, all the policemen reached for their pistols, calling for backup. Gavin quickly kicked open the door and entered room. Contrary to what he believed at first, David was gone. The window was left open, the gentle breeze blowing on three curtains. There was metal and plastic on the floor from the bullet entering the computer. Taped to the screen was a note reading: 'Rule number one: You really shouldn't trust me'
